Rex didn't just stand there; he loomed. The stolen amber light pulsed beneath his skin like molten gold flowing through his veins, making his muscular frame appear as though it were forged from something more dangerous than flesh.
His breathing was steady and controlled, a stark contrast to the wet, ragged gasping of the god bleeding out before him.
"You think I came here empty-handed?" Rex's voice was cold, cutting through the heavy silence like a blade through silk. "I received the operational memories along with the authority, Kaeleth."
"The thread structure didn't just carry power; it carried the implementation knowledge."
"The blueprints... The schematics... The very language you spent centuries learning..."
The silence that followed was deafening. Kaeleth stopped struggling against the stone spikes.
His head slumped forward slightly, blood dripping from his chin with a slow, rhythmic tap... tap... tap... against the cracked floor.
